What Johnny Didn't Know
Chapter 2
Johnny's POV
A/N-Sorry it took me SO LONG to write a second chapter, I dixcovered so I've been writting some stories for that! Sorry this one is so short, but I just think the ending to this chapter is good.
I couldn't believe it. The old man never told me? Why would he though. I just kept tearing down that dirt road, hoping to God that I would never see Cheryl Cade again, if that was her real name. She scared me, I can't say that enough. She couldn't have been my sister. Even if I did have a sister, I would think she would be shy, like me.
I flew through the doorframe of the church, Ponyboy still snoring, peacefully. I would give anything to feel peaceful for once in my life. That would probably never happen. "Ponyboy, Pony…wake up man," I panted, out of breath from running. He rubbed his eyes, "Oh hey Johnny, why so outta breath?" He asked.
"I been running man. Now we just gotta keep running." A confused look flashed across his face. "Johnny, we can't go, we gotta wait for Dal. He said he'd show up in a few days."
Oh god, Dallas. I couldn't turn on Dallas Winston. I couldn't have Dally mad at me. "B-b-but Pony, I gotta get outta here. I've got to get away from Windrixville. Now, right now," I begged him to come along with me. He wasn't showing any sign that he was.
"Look Johnny, I think you're just a little flipped out over what ever this is. Just sit down and have a smoke. That'll calm your nervous."
I reached for the weed he'd pulled from his shirt pocket. My hands were shaking like a couple of leaves. The shakiness went away as soon as my lips touched that thin roll of paper. Sweet relief. I took in a deep breath, "Pony, I don't know about you, but I'm going. I'm hopping on the next train and I'm never coming back." I took a long drag on my cigarette. "Never," I finished.
"Johnny, what's got you in such a fuse anyway?" Ponyboy asked me. Oh boy, here goes.
"Pony, I got a sister." He took his eyes off his cigarette and locked them on me.
"No…no you don't." He didn't believe me. "Johnny," he cleared his throat, "no-you-don't. Your parents would have told you."
"Man, they can hardly even remember they have one kid. It's too hard for them to remember two," I had a point.
"Well, you can go, but I'm not lying to Dally about why you're not here."
"Alright, we'll just have to tell him."
You'll just have to tell him," he corrected me.
"Dal is just getting in the way," I paused for a drag on my cigarette. "Maybe I should just stay. Maybe we should just tell Dally."
"Yeah man. You should tell him." Well, it looked like I was telling him. It looked like I was staying.
